"Junior Sister Xu, Junior Brother Jiang!"
"Fellow Daoist Yu, I'm sorry!"
Li Fentian knew that he had lost his temper.
He fell to the ground angrily, and while greeting Xu Suwan and the others, he looked at Wei Han with burning eyes. He couldn't help but exclaimed: "Wonderful, this son is definitely suitable for inheriting my Fentian." Way!"
"Senior Brother Li, this is my disciple!" Xu Suwan reminded dissatisfiedly.
"Junior Sister Xu, why don't you give him to me?" Li Fentian couldn't help but smile apologetically: "The conditions are up to you. You also know that I am alone in Wuliang Peak and Miaomiao is really short of people."
"Senior Brother Li, you are too high-minded. Who can blame you?" Xu Suwan snorted coldly: "I only have one disciple under my name, how can I transfer you?"
"Hmph!" Yu Fenglei, who had been silent all this time, said with a livid face: "Are you here to steal the apprentice, or are you here to watch the battle?"
"Okay, okay!" Li Fentian saw this and said quickly: "Junior Sister Xu, let's talk later!"
After saying that, everyone looked towards the martial arts arena again.
Everything just happened in a blink of an eye.
Not long after the collision between the fist wind and the sword intention ended, the two energies collided, dissipated, and spread to the surrounding areas, reflecting a slight change in color on Xuanyuan Ling's cynical face.
"You? How could you?" Xuanyuan Ling was shocked.
Obviously he didn't expect that his move would be blocked so easily.
You must know that even those at the peak of the Golden Core or even the half-step Nascent Soul might not dare to take this move by force. Wei Han actually took it with his bare hands. This kind of strength is really terrifying.
"Three moves, continue!"
Wei Han chuckled and gave a friendly reminder.
Xuanyuan Ling seemed to have suffered a huge insult, his eyes instantly turned blood red, and his unruly frivolity completely dissipated, turning into a solemn expression.
"Come again!"
He roared low, jumped into the air and slashed down with his sword again!
This sword was obviously more violent than before. Billions of ice-like sword energy suddenly appeared in the virtual space, overwhelming the sky and overwhelming the earth.
"Ice storm!" Yu Fenglei's mouth showed a trace of satisfaction: "This move is a perfect match between the sword intention and the sword move. Even a strong person in the early stage of Nascent Soul can only avoid it by teleporting when he encounters it. If someone wants to Tough luck!"
"not necessarily!"
Li Fentian was the first to retort.
Before anyone could react, Wei Han suddenly raised his hands in the next moment.
"Boom boom boom!"
The Samadhi Burning Sky Fire appeared out of thin air and instantly turned the entire martial arts arena into a sea of fire. The terrifying high temperature burned the surroundings, as if even the heaven and earth were about to be incinerated.
The next moment!
The sea of fire transformed into billions of three-legged golden crows and flew towards the sky.
After bursts of rumbling explosions, the Golden Crow and Bing Ling collided with each other. The energy of ice and fire continued to escape, and the entire martial arts arena suddenly became a mess.
After a long time!
The smoke and mist dispersed.
Xuanyuan Ling knelt on the ground in embarrassment and gasped for air. It was obvious that he suffered a lot from the collision just now, and his spiritual energy consumption was also very huge.
On the other hand, Wei Han was still strolling around, with an incredible amount of spiritual energy in his body.
"hiss!"
The whole audience gasped again, and many people's eyes became suspicious.
The trump cards that Wei Han revealed time and time again were really frightening. Although he tried his best to hide his methods, even a fool could see that he and Xuanyuan Ling were not on the same level at all.
"Use fire magic to fight against a second-grade sword cultivator! How deep of knowledge do you need to do this?"
"This guy is not only an Emperor-level mid-level Great Sun Golden Crow Body, but he also has an Emperor-level mid-level Samadhi Burning Sky Fire. Damn it, who said he came from a small family? This kind of background is completely comparable to that of all the majors in Ten Thousand Stars Sea. Is he the Holy Son of the Holy Land?"
When everyone was discussing in an uproar!
Li Fentian's eyes became even hotter.
Seeing this, Xu Suwan's head was full of black lines, and she felt that her apprentice might be in danger of losing her life today. Li Fentian, the lunatic who likes him, would not give up, and there might be a quarrel later.
"Haha, are you still playing?"
Wei Han looked at Xuanyuan Ling with a half-smile, the invisible sarcasm crushing his heart. Just when the other party gritted his teeth and wanted to make a third move, he decisively took action to end this farce!
"Here comes the sword!"
Wei Han raised his hand domineeringly.
The various spiritual energies in the world transformed from virtual to real and condensed into tens of thousands of fierce sword energies. The next moment they spun crazily into a sword energy storm, instantly submerging Xuanyuan Ling in it.
"Damn it, get out of here!"
Xuanyuan Ling's expression changed greatly and he raised his sword to respond.
Sword energy of various colors surrounds the body to resist the storm.
At the same time, the true meaning of extreme cold was entrenched around his body, instantly forging strong and thick ice armor for him. The sword energy storm cut on the ice armor with a clanking sound, and was cut into pieces in an instant.
"go!"
Xuanyuan Ling gritted his teeth and used a whole set of shield magic weapons. They surrounded his body like dragon scales, constantly resisting the bombardment of the sword energy storm, and barely forming a stalemate.
But everyone knows that Xuanyuan Ling was defeated!
Wei Han never showed his true strength from the beginning to the end. He only used a few tricks to force Xuanyuan Ling out of his defensive magic weapon.
In a confrontation between sword cultivators, whoever uses the defensive magic weapon first means failure. This is an unwritten rule in the world of immortality, and it is also the bottom line of sword cultivators' pride.
So after forcing Xuanyuan Ling's defensive magic weapon out!
Wei Han waved his hand without expression to disperse the sword energy storm, everything was just a click away.
"Come again, come again!"
Xuanyuan Ling roared unwillingly, and his eyes were gradually going crazy. It was obvious that the failure just now and Wei Han's indifference had completely destroyed his arrogance.
"You bastard, why don't you come back." Yu Fenglei was a man of honor. He knew that the competition between the two had already won or lost. Although Xuanyuan Ling had many trump cards that he had not yet used, would Wei Han just use them?
No, he is still unfathomable!
It seems that he was forced to reveal a lot of trump cards today, but these are just the ones he wants to expose. Wei Han's real trump cards are still unclear. This is really a creepy young man.
"My disciple is useless, please forgive me, Master!"
Xuanyuan Ling sheathed her sword bitterly, so ashamed that she didn't dare to raise her head for a long time.
"It doesn't matter!" Yu Fenglei is a person who can take things up and let them go. He looked at Wei Han with a hearty smile and said, "Okay, okay, I didn't expect Qingming Peak to accept such a peerless talent like you. My disciple lost today. It’s not unfair, if I read it correctly, you must have realized the first-grade sword intention, right?”
"First-grade sword intention?"
The whole place was in an uproar again, and Xuanyuan Ling also raised his head in disbelief, as if he was doubting his ears, his face was full of disbelief.
"Don't deny it!" Yu Fenglei couldn't help but lean up and sigh: "Although you try your best to hide it, and I have never seen what your sword intention is, you are definitely ranked first. Qingming Peak is gone. Good luck!"
(End of chapter)
